I’m a bit cranky today. And yesterday. I just left a snarky comment on another blog to some random commenter for no good reason, other than the fact that they were stupid and when they type, stupid things just came out of their fingers. Wait. Maybe I did have a good reason.
Here’s the thing.
I’ve forgotten what the thing is. Maybe I should go back to bed. There was something I was going to say and then I forgot what that was. What. The. Hell.
Eh, forget it. It’ll come to me.
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One should always be drunk. That's all that matters; that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's horrible burden; one which breaks your shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk without cease.
But with what? With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.
And if, at some time, on steps of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you are waking and the drunkenness has already abated, ask the wind, the wave, the stars, the clock, all that which flees, all that which groans, all that which rolls, all that which sings, all that which speaks, ask them, what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the stars, the birds, and the clock, they will all reply:
"It is time to get drunk!
So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk, get drunk, and never pause for rest! With wine, poetry, or virtue, as you choose!"
Charles Baudelaire




















I went away and came back again – just incase. Hope that you’re feeling better today.